Boston: 1

by gurdeepmattu

Immigration at Logan takes an hour and a half but I take the time to take the time, listen to ‘Grace and Danger’ by John Martyn and the first half of Geneva’s debut album. There are some upbeat songs I had missed first time around. My bag has at least arrived at the carousel before me. I get a cab and as we cruise through Back Bay my jaw drops, old money, as it did as we arrived low-slung though the Cambridge end of the Charles River, from the North-east. This isn’t Atlanta. Drexel chests of draws in the Lenox and a log fire.  I wait.

Advertisements